Private - Tracey and me only

Jamie came out and kissed his cheek turning the tv on to watch the weather.

He smiled and kissed her back.

She listened to the weather forecast holding his hand. "No more snow for the next few days, thats good."

He smiled. "Very good," he agreed.

"Yup, good weather for driving to Grandma's house." she said softly resting her head on his shoulder.

He leaned his head against hers. "I'll go with you, if you want me to," he told her gently.

"Yeah," she said softly "It might help a little..."

He nodded. "I can't take a shower, but I can clean off with a washcloth. Can you help me with my hair," he asked her gently.

She nodded "Suppose we better get you cleaned up now before Hope gets finished eating."

He chuckled softly and nodded, wheeling towards the bathroom.

She followed in behind him closing the door.

He winced, pulling his shirt off, though he managed to do it himself, and sighed. "This sucks," he grumbled.

"Just think." she whispered kissing him gently "You have your own little private nurse to take care of you." She said gently and looked down at his pants "Need some help with those?"

He chuckled softly and kissed her back. "Yes, please," he smiled sheepishly. He had no idea how he was going to pull his pants off.

Her face got beat red and she unbuttoned the button and awkwardly took them off for him. "Maybe you should just wear sweatpants for awhile....It'd be easier." she said blushing.

He winced, trying to hold himself up so it wasn't so awkward. "Yeah, I think you're right," he rubbed his side. Then he noticed she was blushing and chuckled softly. "You're adorable."

She blushed and just nodded, going along with it and handed him a washcloth and some soap. while she went into the shower and grabbed the shampoo.

He wettened the wash cloth down in the sink and scrubbed the soap into it, then started on lathering his body.

She watched absentmindedly while waiting so she could wash Chad's hair.

He finished lathering his body and started rinsing off.

She took the shower head and and stretched it seeing if it made it's way to the sink or not, it didn't. "This might...be complicated...Maybe I can grab one of the chairs from the kitchen and see if it'll fit in the bathtub."

"Don't go through the trouble, honey," he told her gently.

"At least let me get a glass so I can attempt to poor water over your head at the sink then?" she asked kissing him.

He kissed her back. "Alright, sweetheart," he smiled lovingly at her.

She came back with a glass a few seconds later and shut the door behind her. "Now to tackle that head of hair. I know the sinks a little high but....can you do it?"